Sebastian Wobbley Remix Lyrics (ft. Timbaland)

Wobbley Remix lyrics (ft. Timbaland)

hey hit them lights though, yeah, it always tastes better with pineapple juice, ah
i'm ready to remix baby

you know i ain't coming in first, you can get me after the course and , ok?
she got a big butt, with a small waist,
she got a wobbley wittle with a with a ginger bread face
she used to be the talker the time that she called the case
but i don't care about that, i just wanna fornicate
but it ain't your birthday, you had no birthday sex
but i want you talking dirty, and get complex
do it in the figure 4 years suplex
you have seen style tapper when you're soaking wet

she said i can't take it no more, tell me tell me
look it look it look it what you doing to me
you got me shaking, again, wobbling
look at my legs, they wobbling, you got my head do wobbling
i know you call the case don't think about robbing me, robbing me
cause i find you girl, any damn take me long
sip sip sip you got me gone, me gone
i bet you can't guess where we on, we on
i see sparkles, and new bottles, somebody call a cab and get me home, me home

let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling

i'm fascinated by fancy tats and booby rings
others make up lines, no mabeling
in my head i get you sprung, nasty thoughts run but legs
off to make the run, oh, the way you bugging makes left a ride, yeah
got me thinking with that headlight, headlight
i catch your face on that late night, the chin, the stretch light, natalie nun
the bad girls is what my table brain, hitting melodies of know so texting thangs
like the 60's with motel, i give you a the whole label's in
call me partner there's a with some stand up bitches, can't stand right
like a toast, let your hands rise, like a flames is to your gun, now keep your hands up

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sip sip sip you got me gone, me gone
i bet you can't guess where we on, we on
i see sparkles, and new bottles, somebody call a cab and get me home, me home

let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling

it ain't about the money, all of my girls got it
but if you want to spend it, we in this party light, oho oho, we in this party light
it ain't about the money, all of my girls got it
but if you want to spend it, we in this party light, oho oho, we in this party light

it's like gucci fleece and harder ... that's something new
like the breeze by your knees baby of some cool
if the language barrier wear you up then it's back to and martini...found blue, blue
hey baby, tell me, what it do? she big smoking, weed growing the navy blue, phenom
coast is for the malibu, where i used to love my girl when i was 22, random
funny how jamaican screws give them... a chose, looking like lucy liu's, yeah
when it's time for some action niggers turn red man when their credit card in action
yeah, that's corny like corny like more cornier than braxton, ah
in the wobbley fashion this is the remix, with timbaland and sebastian

sip sip sip you got me gone, me gone
i bet you can't guess where we on, we on
i see sparkles, and new bottles, somebody call a cab and get me home, me home

let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling
let me get you wobbling, wobbling, wobbling

it ain't about the money, all of my girls got it
but if you want to spend it, we in this party light, oho oho, we in this party light
bam bam bam, bam bam bam
yeah, yeah, ah, hey cut them lights back on.

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